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Post by phr05tt on Mar 2, 2014 20:51:51 GMT -6
FilthBeautiful I crawl to you, my back arched and my throat retching with the familiar damp feeling of bloody tissue. My curled fingers and razor-sharp teeth. I am beautiful, but you don't think so. LOVE ME I screech, but you don't respond. Can you not hear me? Take me home, every child deserves a home. YOU RETCHED PILE OF FILTH I love you. Why won't you love me? I am what I am, is that not enough? Just my form, my decrepit form of abuse and loathing, is enough to repulse you? You do not even know what I truly am. YOU SHALLOW PILE OF FLESH My skin lies loose from years of decay and hate. From you, the world, and the rest of those that judge without reason. In your eyes, my soul is flawed. IN my hear, I am beautiful. My blind eyes to the world, or what I know o it are odd and wrong. I can hear you breath. "Go away!" you scream. But I just want to tell you something. Something you have to know. I know you. But it seems that you don't want me. I run my claws through your tangled and flawed hair. I do not know what color it is, for I am blind to human beauty. However, you are not. You shove me, cursing me and running away. But I whisper for you. "I love you." I hear the metallic doors shut.
Beauty in the eye of the beholder is a toxic weapon. The weapon that eats away at those who fall victim.
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Post by Courier6ix on Mar 2, 2014 21:19:05 GMT -6
Your writing is....I can't describe...so unique and...intriguing. That might sound bad or rude but by no means! I remember reading other stories you wrote...it's...you're very good. Different style, a better, different style.
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